Why I Love the Rain

It is so peaceful, but in a mystical way. Hearing the drops hit the ground in a constant rhythm is almost hypnotic. There is some mystery, some story behind it. Like it’s trying to tell a story, but struggling to find the words.
I just love the atmosphere of rain. The smell of fresh earth, of hope and repentance, of cut grass and grey clouds. The shadow of fog turning everything to a shade of blue and green–a vision of a dark day.
It’s hot chocolate weather. A time to grab my favorite sweatshirt and turn on the heat. Time to swaddle in my blankets and open the blinds. Time to watch and listen.
I remember the storms in Virginia–powerful, vengeful sparks of lightening trying to prove their more powerful than the large drops of angry rain. I loved sitting on my front porch watching the ditches fill with water and our yards flood. Or, sitting in my basement room, with only my nightstand light casting a inspirational glow on my pale lavender walls. I’d listen to the rain as it pounded on the porch above my basement window. It was an ethereal experience.
Now, I don’t really like being out in the rain. It’s wet. It’s cold. My glasses fog up and I can’t see through the droplets. My thick, curly hair frizzes up that I literally look like Mrs. Frizzle!
But, it is some of the best weather to watch, listen to, smell and see! How I love the rain!

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.


  1. You described the rain so perfectly. And, it makes me miss the rain, and thunderstorms terribly.
    I loved watching the rain from inside and nice, warm home. There was something so calming about it.

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